Mover Shaker We Can Go To The Landfill Together
I'm going to the caverns to look for angel tears
For a monument to water and medusa'd bible fears
It's no secret that the martians know we'll self destruct
They're placing bets on falling stocks, monopolies of rust
Once smitten, twice shy
Wish I was an ordinary guy
Caught in the throes of a pale and blithe midwest sky
And the neighbors cry out;
“You will never be yourself!”
Not so long as your penance crosses my property line
At the Local County Landfill
You can fall in love for free
You can throw your voice and mumble "nothing matters much to me"
The ugly duck is king of kings
The Good Word Shall Be Heard
From coast to coast I still believe a song can change the world
I cried for days when my goldfish died
Much too young to learn there's no going back sometimes
We can go to the landfill together
Feed the fish their own bones, if the weather holds
From Chicago to Kalkaska
The crustpunk heartthrobs writhe
Thru the ire of rusted lakelands
Just trying to catch a ride
Be ye cynic or Found God
At least you're moving on
At least you can belong
But the neighbors bellow out;
“You will never be yourself!”
And I am my father's son
20 years can't be undone
I'm still reeling from eighteen wheels screaming -
At the Local County Landfill
You can fall in love for free
You can throw your voice and mumble "nothing matters much to me"
The ugly duck is king of kings
The Good Word Shall Be Heard
From coast to coast I still believe a song can change the world
If you wanna get With God I heard she lives under a rock
All this time spent sleeping, must've slept all my dreams off
I'm stuck on this one scene
And I hate writing songs
Too late to give up
My phone is always off
Wake up and daydream
Paint my Purple Heart
I'm stealing my shit back
And I want all the art
In the right place for a long time
Adolescents with their hair dyed
We were tongue tied, speakin easy
Drained our pockets on 50 cent movies
Even grown ups get it wrong sometimes
Wake up early to stand in the wrong lines
I would kill for more
That's what friends are for
I'll keep my friends alive;
All locked in carbonite
Michigania;
Can't cure what ails ya
Dandelion'd and weather arrhythmia
Lost my friend today
Said "I could never stay"
Eighteen wheels straight to hell to make all them bastards pay
This is moving on, it's the sing-al-ong
Who lives on, on and on, on and on
I'm still reeling from eighteen wheels screaming "full stop"